Another kid Another dream tl;dr
06-05-2012
, 10:20 PM
06-06-2012
, 03:58 AM
06-06-2012
, 04:15 PM
Heads Up at the Wynn
Every casino has a reliable characteristic that mid-stakes players have come to accept as truth's. The Bellagio has the most consistent 10/20NL games. The Aria can be counted on for the deepest 5/10 games, and the Rio will always spread more high stakes PLO then they do NL.
When it comes to the Wynn they have a special trait that's less utilized but potentially more profitable. Whenever a game over 5/10NL is running, there is a very good reason for it's existence. While it seems like a tough leak to exploit, the Wynn made things a lot easier on guys like me who rarely venture over to that side of town. They made an App. Now anytime I have my phone with me, I can press the little red button and it will not only tell me all of their games that are running, but also how many are on the wait list.
"You've been making it to the Wynn quite a bit lately" said Boston Jason as I rushed to see that no seats were available in a recently started 10/25 game, "Is the Bellagio down for maintenance or something?" "Just looking for a change of pace" I told him with a smile. "Bullsiht. You go straight to that App and rush over whenever the time is right" he called my cards out perfectly with the tone of a disgruntled customer.
I knew I needed a change. I couldn't keep showing up late and missing these great games. I needed to be ahead of the App. I needed next days news. I needed an informant.
Cue J. A 5/10 grinder friend of mine who'd recently been spending his days at the Wynn. He told me he would start texting me whenever the slightest chatter of starting a big game even came about. My man.
And so just a few days later I got a text from the informant. "Talk of a 25/50 tonight. I'd get down here. Aoki and his friends gonna play after the show." Now Steve Aoki is actually a solid player, but his friends have some spew tendencies. Tendencies worth being in the game for.
So at around 8pm that night I made my way down to the Wynn and got the 25/50 started with a few other regulars and a few guys in town for the real estate convention. The game was uneventful, as i expected it to be until later in the night when the real players showed up.
While the action remained tame, the chatter and jokes were sure to pick up as out of the corner of my eye I caught Doug Polk hanging out at the podium. Half man, Half AmAsiang! THE WGCRIDER.
Doug came running at me, with a smile, as he always does whenever we see each other. But before he could even say what's up he turned to the table, with his typical tone that overpowers any other conversation attempting to take place. "Does everybody know who this is??" he asked around the room. "This is the world famous Matt Moore. Another Kid Another Dream," he continued to needle me as my face turned a darker red than the sweatshirt on my back. "I've seen you in Bluff Magazine" said one of the real estate guys in response to Doug's public embarrassment. "I assure you, you haven't. He's just messing with us." I quickly told the man as Doug got a laugh over what he had started.
Doug and I caught up for a bit. He was sober at this point, though he wouldn't be for long as his plan for the night was to head to XS to see Aoki spin. We talked about Brad Booth and the 30k he'd stolen from Doug. He told me he'd seen him on HSP with 1million. How he'd sent him 13k which was paid immediately so he stupidly thought he could trust another 30k transfer. I could relate as I had a similar story of my own.
Months ago, during college football season, I got a text from a Chitown sports betting friend of mine. A perpetual fader of Joe Public, he told me he had the "pick of the year." Syracuse was playing West Virginia and the 55.5 o/u wasn't nearly high enough. His pinnacle account was maxed for the bet and he asked if I could place some action down at one of the books for him.
That night I was at MGM drinking and playing some low stakes poker with Deep and Edwin Kim. I told them I was going to the sportsbook to make the pick of the year if they wanted to hop on. Edwin quickly interrupted. "Just book it on my pinnacle account. You'll save a bunch in juice if you're betting that big." His reasoning seemed logical and I had very little reason not to trust Edwin. He'd often hooked me up with comp stuff, I'd watched him play BJ for $500 a hand and I'd loaned him 3k before which was paid back to me. So we booked $4500 in action. 15 for my friends back home, 15 for deep, and 15 for me.
The next day the two teams combined for something like 80 points, giving us very little swet on the biggest sports bet of my life. Feeling like a genius, I was excited to collect my money, but Edwin was unreachable the rest of the week. I chalked it up to sleep schedule variance and thought little about it until I opened up 2p2 and saw the outing post from JayLV. Not only did he owe Jay 100k, but others came out of the woodwork to tell their tales of Edwin's scumminess. My 4500 was on the bottom of the laundry list of debts Edwin had to pay out.
Still I couldn't bear to **** over my friends, so I paid out their $1500, losing, instead of making $1500 on the game. The 3k that I lost at the time, is probably right on par to what it felt for Doug to lose 30. It's sick though, we discussed. Guys like Brad and Edwin are not bad dudes. I've seen both guys do numerous things that exhibit that they do in fact have a heart. But when people get stuck big in the gambling game, all logic goes out the window. Guys like that are in so deep that ****ing over one more person is a small price to pay for a chance to get out of the hole.
End of digression. With Doug out at the nightclub, I returned to my boring game, anxiously rooting for the small hand on my watch to inch it's way closer to the 3. Just as the feat was being accomplished, in marched a crew of well liquored club goers, back into the poker room. Doug led the charge with JayLV, Dan Fleyshman, and co behind him. However there was no Aoki and no sign that any of the members wanted to play cards.
Soon the following departed and it was just Doug, stumbling over his footsteps and his words, making outrageous challenges to play anybody in the room heads up. When nobody accepted he offered X amount of money per hour paid to that person. Again it was laughed off. After all, Doug is one the best rehearsed heads up NL players in the world. Things got interesting however as he upped the offer to 2X.
I deeply considered playing him at this point as I looked over and watched him slouch in his seat at an empty table, with one eye closed attempting to type out a text message. It just wasn't worth the variance. "Doug" I called out in his direction as he rose out of his seat and looked around in circles for who had called out his name. "I'll play you heads up 50/100 if you pay me 4X an hour."
I wasn't sure what he'd think of this offer, but I knew I had nothing to lose. His eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and his face cringed as he seemed to be doing some type of drunken genius math. "Get a dealer" he said while pointing 10 feet to the right of me.
15 minutes later the cards were in the air. "You know what Matt" he told me while he stacked his black chips into matching towers, "I respect you for stepping up to the challenge. I mean you're the ****ing only one who wanted to play me," he told me with a smile. "That is a true statement" I replied concisely as if he were the drunken uncle making uncomfortable statements at the family christmas party. "I respect you too brah."
The very first hand, I looked down on the btn to Q
Q
. I min raised and Doug quickly picked up 8 blacks and tossed them in the middle. With a 10k stack to start the hand, the plan was to call and ship over most flop bets. The board fell J
82 and doug bet out 1100. I spent a few moments thinking about my best move (remember time is literally money in this scenario) before bumping the action to 2400. Immediately Doug's cards were in the muck and he was ready for hand two.
I thought my early aggression would slow down Doug's 3bets, but it had the opposite effect. Doug opened every single btn of the match and 3bet over 50% of my opens. His strategy was clear. Make the game high variance, make the 4X per hour not seem like much.
I came back with a very nitty rebuttal. Time was my friend tonight. Keeping the game small had lots of value. So I stopped opening btns and limped as Doug would make it 400. Sometimes I would 3bet, sometimes I would just call. Out of position I 3bet only a few times, all as bluffs, with the goal of keeping the variance down and passing the time with minimal damage.
In our next hand I had limped JT. Doug made it 400 and I had called as he showed his cards to a blonde lady friend who was there grinding the 1/2. "Come on just sit on my lap" Doug pleaded as I made the call and the dealer prepared the flop. "No Doug" she responded sternly. "I am not in the mood to feel your boner on my leg right now." The flop fell T64 and Doug cbet 600. Seeing no reason to stop him from bluffing, I called as the 7 peeled off the turn. "1600" he announced as I searched both him and his lady friend for any signs into what he was holding. Again I called the bet, waiting to see what the dealer had in store for the river. 5. What a ****ty ass card I thought while Doug decided whether or not to bet. "3400" he announced as I cursed the deck for putting me in such a tough spot.
So many bluffs got there I thought while I counted the chips and searched for tells. Doug was rocking in his chair, slurping the final remnants of his Vodka Redbull from the bottom of his glass. What am I doing I thought after too much time had passed. For christ sakes even he's probably forgotten what he has by now. And while a lot of bluffs got there, a lot of bluffs also have to keep bluffing that card. "I call" I announced as Doug reached for his cards. He lifted them as if he'd seen them for the first time. He looked over at the board, then back at his cards, before tabling the A9o. Top pair was good.
I was up 9k for most of the 2nd hour before we decided it would be our final hour. With 10 minutes remaining I limped the btn with A
5 and called the bb raise. It was a handful of chips picked up from Doug's now fallen towers that totaled 600. I called as we took the ATT flop. Doug Cbet 800 and I called immediately, 2nd level thinking to entice him to continue barreling. It worked as the 6 fell and the new bet totaled 2300. I was very confident I was ahead and called the bet as the 8 nailed the river. Suddenly Doug's demeanor changed. "4100" he announced in a now confident and valuey tone.
But how could that card help you I thought as I would when anybody has a change of demeanor after an insubstantial card. I wanted to fold. I should've folded. But the logic part of my brain didn't want to believe it. I called the bet off desperately, hoping my intuition was wrong. It wasn't. The 79 rivered the nut straight and won the biggest pot of the match. Two hands later it was over. I was still up $700 and after getting paid my generous hourly, $700+4X. But that last hand put me in check and had me thinking of what could've been.
I woke up the next day with a text from Doug. "Dude what happened. I came out of a blackout at 8am, butt naked in that Blonde girl's pool. Who won our match??"
Ladies and Gentlemen. THE WCGRIDER.
MM
Every casino has a reliable characteristic that mid-stakes players have come to accept as truth's. The Bellagio has the most consistent 10/20NL games. The Aria can be counted on for the deepest 5/10 games, and the Rio will always spread more high stakes PLO then they do NL.
When it comes to the Wynn they have a special trait that's less utilized but potentially more profitable. Whenever a game over 5/10NL is running, there is a very good reason for it's existence. While it seems like a tough leak to exploit, the Wynn made things a lot easier on guys like me who rarely venture over to that side of town. They made an App. Now anytime I have my phone with me, I can press the little red button and it will not only tell me all of their games that are running, but also how many are on the wait list.
"You've been making it to the Wynn quite a bit lately" said Boston Jason as I rushed to see that no seats were available in a recently started 10/25 game, "Is the Bellagio down for maintenance or something?" "Just looking for a change of pace" I told him with a smile. "Bullsiht. You go straight to that App and rush over whenever the time is right" he called my cards out perfectly with the tone of a disgruntled customer.
I knew I needed a change. I couldn't keep showing up late and missing these great games. I needed to be ahead of the App. I needed next days news. I needed an informant.
Cue J. A 5/10 grinder friend of mine who'd recently been spending his days at the Wynn. He told me he would start texting me whenever the slightest chatter of starting a big game even came about. My man.
And so just a few days later I got a text from the informant. "Talk of a 25/50 tonight. I'd get down here. Aoki and his friends gonna play after the show." Now Steve Aoki is actually a solid player, but his friends have some spew tendencies. Tendencies worth being in the game for.
So at around 8pm that night I made my way down to the Wynn and got the 25/50 started with a few other regulars and a few guys in town for the real estate convention. The game was uneventful, as i expected it to be until later in the night when the real players showed up.
While the action remained tame, the chatter and jokes were sure to pick up as out of the corner of my eye I caught Doug Polk hanging out at the podium. Half man, Half AmAsiang! THE WGCRIDER.
Doug came running at me, with a smile, as he always does whenever we see each other. But before he could even say what's up he turned to the table, with his typical tone that overpowers any other conversation attempting to take place. "Does everybody know who this is??" he asked around the room. "This is the world famous Matt Moore. Another Kid Another Dream," he continued to needle me as my face turned a darker red than the sweatshirt on my back. "I've seen you in Bluff Magazine" said one of the real estate guys in response to Doug's public embarrassment. "I assure you, you haven't. He's just messing with us." I quickly told the man as Doug got a laugh over what he had started.
Doug and I caught up for a bit. He was sober at this point, though he wouldn't be for long as his plan for the night was to head to XS to see Aoki spin. We talked about Brad Booth and the 30k he'd stolen from Doug. He told me he'd seen him on HSP with 1million. How he'd sent him 13k which was paid immediately so he stupidly thought he could trust another 30k transfer. I could relate as I had a similar story of my own.
Months ago, during college football season, I got a text from a Chitown sports betting friend of mine. A perpetual fader of Joe Public, he told me he had the "pick of the year." Syracuse was playing West Virginia and the 55.5 o/u wasn't nearly high enough. His pinnacle account was maxed for the bet and he asked if I could place some action down at one of the books for him.
That night I was at MGM drinking and playing some low stakes poker with Deep and Edwin Kim. I told them I was going to the sportsbook to make the pick of the year if they wanted to hop on. Edwin quickly interrupted. "Just book it on my pinnacle account. You'll save a bunch in juice if you're betting that big." His reasoning seemed logical and I had very little reason not to trust Edwin. He'd often hooked me up with comp stuff, I'd watched him play BJ for $500 a hand and I'd loaned him 3k before which was paid back to me. So we booked $4500 in action. 15 for my friends back home, 15 for deep, and 15 for me.
The next day the two teams combined for something like 80 points, giving us very little swet on the biggest sports bet of my life. Feeling like a genius, I was excited to collect my money, but Edwin was unreachable the rest of the week. I chalked it up to sleep schedule variance and thought little about it until I opened up 2p2 and saw the outing post from JayLV. Not only did he owe Jay 100k, but others came out of the woodwork to tell their tales of Edwin's scumminess. My 4500 was on the bottom of the laundry list of debts Edwin had to pay out.
Still I couldn't bear to **** over my friends, so I paid out their $1500, losing, instead of making $1500 on the game. The 3k that I lost at the time, is probably right on par to what it felt for Doug to lose 30. It's sick though, we discussed. Guys like Brad and Edwin are not bad dudes. I've seen both guys do numerous things that exhibit that they do in fact have a heart. But when people get stuck big in the gambling game, all logic goes out the window. Guys like that are in so deep that ****ing over one more person is a small price to pay for a chance to get out of the hole.
End of digression. With Doug out at the nightclub, I returned to my boring game, anxiously rooting for the small hand on my watch to inch it's way closer to the 3. Just as the feat was being accomplished, in marched a crew of well liquored club goers, back into the poker room. Doug led the charge with JayLV, Dan Fleyshman, and co behind him. However there was no Aoki and no sign that any of the members wanted to play cards.
Soon the following departed and it was just Doug, stumbling over his footsteps and his words, making outrageous challenges to play anybody in the room heads up. When nobody accepted he offered X amount of money per hour paid to that person. Again it was laughed off. After all, Doug is one the best rehearsed heads up NL players in the world. Things got interesting however as he upped the offer to 2X.
I deeply considered playing him at this point as I looked over and watched him slouch in his seat at an empty table, with one eye closed attempting to type out a text message. It just wasn't worth the variance. "Doug" I called out in his direction as he rose out of his seat and looked around in circles for who had called out his name. "I'll play you heads up 50/100 if you pay me 4X an hour."
I wasn't sure what he'd think of this offer, but I knew I had nothing to lose. His eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and his face cringed as he seemed to be doing some type of drunken genius math. "Get a dealer" he said while pointing 10 feet to the right of me.
15 minutes later the cards were in the air. "You know what Matt" he told me while he stacked his black chips into matching towers, "I respect you for stepping up to the challenge. I mean you're the ****ing only one who wanted to play me," he told me with a smile. "That is a true statement" I replied concisely as if he were the drunken uncle making uncomfortable statements at the family christmas party. "I respect you too brah."
The very first hand, I looked down on the btn to Q
Q. I min raised and Doug quickly picked up 8 blacks and tossed them in the middle. With a 10k stack to start the hand, the plan was to call and ship over most flop bets. The board fell J82 and doug bet out 1100. I spent a few moments thinking about my best move (remember time is literally money in this scenario) before bumping the action to 2400. Immediately Doug's cards were in the muck and he was ready for hand two. I thought my early aggression would slow down Doug's 3bets, but it had the opposite effect. Doug opened every single btn of the match and 3bet over 50% of my opens. His strategy was clear. Make the game high variance, make the 4X per hour not seem like much.
I came back with a very nitty rebuttal. Time was my friend tonight. Keeping the game small had lots of value. So I stopped opening btns and limped as Doug would make it 400. Sometimes I would 3bet, sometimes I would just call. Out of position I 3bet only a few times, all as bluffs, with the goal of keeping the variance down and passing the time with minimal damage.
In our next hand I had limped J
T. Doug made it 400 and I had called as he showed his cards to a blonde lady friend who was there grinding the 1/2. "Come on just sit on my lap" Doug pleaded as I made the call and the dealer prepared the flop. "No Doug" she responded sternly. "I am not in the mood to feel your boner on my leg right now." The flop fell T64 and Doug cbet 600. Seeing no reason to stop him from bluffing, I called as the 7 peeled off the turn. "1600" he announced as I searched both him and his lady friend for any signs into what he was holding. Again I called the bet, waiting to see what the dealer had in store for the river. 5. What a ****ty ass card I thought while Doug decided whether or not to bet. "3400" he announced as I cursed the deck for putting me in such a tough spot. So many bluffs got there I thought while I counted the chips and searched for tells. Doug was rocking in his chair, slurping the final remnants of his Vodka Redbull from the bottom of his glass. What am I doing I thought after too much time had passed. For christ sakes even he's probably forgotten what he has by now. And while a lot of bluffs got there, a lot of bluffs also have to keep bluffing that card. "I call" I announced as Doug reached for his cards. He lifted them as if he'd seen them for the first time. He looked over at the board, then back at his cards, before tabling the A9o. Top pair was good.
I was up 9k for most of the 2nd hour before we decided it would be our final hour. With 10 minutes remaining I limped the btn with A
5 and called the bb raise. It was a handful of chips picked up from Doug's now fallen towers that totaled 600. I called as we took the ATT flop. Doug Cbet 800 and I called immediately, 2nd level thinking to entice him to continue barreling. It worked as the 6 fell and the new bet totaled 2300. I was very confident I was ahead and called the bet as the 8 nailed the river. Suddenly Doug's demeanor changed. "4100" he announced in a now confident and valuey tone. But how could that card help you I thought as I would when anybody has a change of demeanor after an insubstantial card. I wanted to fold. I should've folded. But the logic part of my brain didn't want to believe it. I called the bet off desperately, hoping my intuition was wrong. It wasn't. The 79 rivered the nut straight and won the biggest pot of the match. Two hands later it was over. I was still up $700 and after getting paid my generous hourly, $700+4X. But that last hand put me in check and had me thinking of what could've been.
I woke up the next day with a text from Doug. "Dude what happened. I came out of a blackout at 8am, butt naked in that Blonde girl's pool. Who won our match??"
Ladies and Gentlemen. THE WCGRIDER.
MM
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